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A Ballerina’s Grace

Graceful (adjective)- characterized by elegance or beauty of form, manner, movement, or speech; elegant.

Adaleigh's ballet shoes

Adaleigh's two little feet. ❤

Graceful. This word was never used when describing me when I was a toddler, child, teenager, and definitely not as an adult. In fact, I remember a time that I was quite the opposite in the most inappropriate setting. I was a ballerina around the age of 3 or 4. My cousin, Bethany, and I were exactly 2 weeks apart. Our moms thought it would be cool to sign us both up for ballet classes. Now, Bethany was a beautiful, petite, and graceful child. Me, on the other hand, towered over all the other girls with my height (I got that from my dad), my independence, and ungracefulness. Anyways, my aunt always carried the video camera around (unlike my mom). Bethany was her first born, and I was my mom’s last. You know what they say… there’s always a billion pictures and videos of the first child, not as many with the 2nd, and they start getting very scarce with the 3rd and so on.

Bethany and I stood there on the stone fireplace step in our tutus, stockings, and ballet shoes. My head just barely missed the mantle above it, and Bethany was many inches shorter than I. My aunt, with the video camera in hand, asked us to do a plié. In ballet, that is where you have your toes pointed out, heels on the floor, and you bend slowing. Let me just tell you, my plié just looked like a somewhat-fancy squat. Bethany had the perfect posture, chin up, great arm movements, even her fingers were in the right positions. We talk about that time a lot at family functions only because Bethany did eventually go on to pursue ballet and become a beautiful dancer. I am thankful that my mom did not push me to dance, although I did enjoy tumbling and cheerleading when I was in elementary school. But I still ended up where I belonged… playing on the basketball team all through middle and high school.

With that being said, my daughter, Adaleigh, was a ballerina for Halloween this year. I think I really enjoyed watching her prance around in her tutu, on her tippy toes, and even doing some sommersaults yesterday. Maybe I desire for her to be a ballerina because I didn’t have what it took, and there’s something beautiful, intricate, and intriguing about a graceful dancer.

Adaleigh

I think she's a pro already.

a ballerina's grace

My beautiful ballerina. ❤

Like I said in one of my previous posts, I will not push her to do anything she doesn’t want to do, but I truly hope she will give ballet a try, even if she doesn’t pursue it. I know whatever she chooses to do when she gets older, that she will succeed. I look forward to that day when I can look at her and say, “Baby, you did great! I’m so proud of you for putting your mind to something and accomplishing it!” But for now, I have so much joy and pride in her everyday accomplishments, whether it be learning to put her shoes on, or figuring out where the puzzle piece goes.

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